MiSkriBa 2024 - 10 / 04 - An Amari

 #MiSkriBa 10 ha hedhyw y skrifyn bardhonek selyes war onan an lies pennlinen, komik po rann journalyasek koynt a gevir orth Yesterday's Print. #NaPoWriMo 10 and today we are to write a poem based on one of the curious headlines, cartoons, and other journalistic tidbits featured at Yesterday’s Print.

An Amari Amari yw, Nyns ywi moy Es tri fos prenn Ha daras poos... Yma onan genev, Mes nyns eus eskern dhedhi, Leun a dhillas yw, Hag eskisyow. Mes ny styr henna Nyns esen vy Trigys ena kyns Ow mires dre'n krack Orth bleudhder an bys Orth bleudhder a vynnsen Yn tigoweth Marnas ow hotys koth. Ye, gwag yw ow amari Wortiwedh Wosa bos leun ahanav Rag re bell yn tien Ha vyvy ow kudha Rag ow holon yn tien, A longyas lemmel yn lowena An rydhsys a esedha Orth moos dhebri Ow theylu Ha leverel "Yth esov omma." Esewgh hwi Byth yn amari? Ass yw skwithus! Heb kothmans wari Dhe ranna kevrin Kepar ha dalgh An amari. Mes nyns esa eskern dhedhi, Ytho y hasis Hag entra liw kann Ow chambour Ha mires der an veister. Y mirav hwath der an veister, Y kramblav dredhi Avel daras. Byttegyns Nyns usi'n howl Pub prys A-ves dhe'm fosow, Hag y'n kas na Y hwonn Y hallav keles Arta Y'n amari, Kyn ny vo eskern dhedhi.

The Wardrobe It’s a wardrobe, It’s nothing more Than three wooden walls And a heavy door... I have one, But it has no bones, It’s full of clothes, And shoes. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t used to Live there before Looking through the crack At the tenderness of the world At the tenderness I wanted Without a friend Apart fro my old coats. Yeah, my wardrobe is empty At last After being full of me For all far too As I hid From all my heart, Which longed to jump in delight Of the freedom of sitting At the dining table With my family And saying "I am here." Have you ever Been in a wardrobe? It’s so boring! No playmates To share a secret Like the contents Of this wardrobe. But it had no bones, So I left And entered the birghtness Of my bedroom And looked through the window. I still look through the window, I climb thorugh it Like a door. Nevertheless It’s not always Sunshine Beyond my walls, And in that case I know I can conceal myself Again In the wardrobe, Although it has no bones.